Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, where the waters flow,
Where the cattle are "a-browzin'," an' the ponies grow;
Where the "come a-whistlin'" from beyond the Neutral Strip;
And the prairie are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip";
Where the cayotes come a-howlin' the ranches after dark,
And the bluebirds are a-singin' to the "meadow lark";
the bighorns are a-grazin' and the lonely plovers call
It was that I attended "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
(whoo!)

The boys had left the and come to town in piles;
The ladies"kinda scatterin'"had in for miles..
The room was togged out gorgeous-with and shawls,
And flickered frescoes, around the airy walls.
The women folk lovely-the boys looked kinda treed,
the leader got to yellin': "Hey! fellers, let's stampede,"
And the started sighin', an' awailin' through the hall
As a kind of introduction to "The Christmas Ball."

Their was a feller that came from Swenson's ranch,
called him "Windy Billy," from "little Deadman's Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big and high-heeled boots;
He had the reputation that when "a fellers shoots."
His voice was like a bugle a mountainous height;
His feet were an' a mighty, movin' sight,
When he commenced to hollerin', "Now, fellers stake pen!
"Lock horns with all heifers, an' russle 'em like men.
"Saloot yer lovely now swing an' let 'em go,
"Climb the grape vine 'round 'emall do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the round-up- skip her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Cowboys' Ball

Don't me 'bout cotillions, or germans. No sire'ee!
That whirl at Carson City just the cake with me.
I'm sick of shufflin's, of them I've had my fill,
Just Give me a frontier break-down, up by Wild Ol' Bill.

McAllister ain't nowhere, Windy leads the show,
I've seen 'em both in harness, and so I sorta
Oh, Bill, I forget ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited sworray"The Christmas Ball."

Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget ya, and oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited sworray"The Christmas Ball."